by LH Moore on Apr 4, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments
Fallen among the stars
The light comes and I
Raise myself to it in welcome
A supplicant
My voice no longer my own.
I hear the howls of the Things-That-Are
Their maws snap and lunge
Vicious in anticipation
Looming near.
He steps forward, weapon drawn
I hold out my hand to him
To them
And they fall
From my whisper “Not now.”
I kneel beside his body prone
Lifeless eyes
A fallen sword
Among silent beasts
I stand.
I have come to claim
My own
My self
Triumphant
Warriors
We are won.
LH Moore’s short stories have been published in all three Dark Dreams anthologies, as well as Sycorax’s Daughters, a groundbreaking anthology of African American female horror writers. This is her first publication as a poet. Moore is a historian who lives in the DC Metro area with her husband and two boys and loves art, travel, classical guitar, and video games. Ask her nicely and she might tell you about her night in the “Hut O’ Terror.” To find out more, visit her at lhmoorecreative.wordpress.com.
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